Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Yazoo,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.